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Post by Connor Holt on Nov 10, 2012 23:48:59 GMT -5
Connor smiled again and shook his head. "Where are you staying?" he asked after a few long moments of silence. He didn't need to start nagging himself about what he hadn't managed to do yet. It was perfectly normal to still be uncertain at his age, he just so happened to be completely surrounded by people with successful careers and families, it seemed.
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Post by Vane Devyne on Nov 10, 2012 23:54:01 GMT -5
"I am currently between residences," Vane said, as though putting it like that made it any better. "I spent the last couple nights with a uh, new acquaintance, but her kids will be home from their dad's tomorrow, and things might get awkward if I stick around." He arched his brows meaningfully at Connor, then busied his mouth with a long drink. "You live at the school somewhere, right?" he asked.
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Post by Connor Holt on Nov 11, 2012 12:38:35 GMT -5
Connor stared at Vane for a moment in mild disbelief, then decided that he wasn't actually surprised. "Yeah, if you need somewhere to crash for a bit, I have a spare room." It wasn't much of a spare room, and his quarters had whatever furnishings the school could provide, but it was comfortable enough. It would be good to have his friend close again, too, even if it was just for a night or two.
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Post by Vane Devyne on Nov 11, 2012 17:29:08 GMT -5
Vane's lips curved. "You wouldn't mind?" he asked. An invitation into Hogwarts was a dream come true. If he'd had any desire to teach, he'd have applied for a position there and gotten in on his own. Journalism was his life. "It seems like there's nowhere to live around here unless you own a shop, and Diagon Alley is the same."
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Post by Connor Holt on Nov 11, 2012 17:31:14 GMT -5
"Yeah," Connor said, nodding. "I think the Hogs Head has some rooms, and there's the Leaky Cauldron, but with the things I've heard about that place I wouldn't recommend it." It was all hearsay and fourth hand information, but it was enough to have him avoiding the place when he could, and speeding through when he couldn't. "As long as you're spoken for by someone in the castle, it's no big deal you being there."
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Post by Vane Devyne on Nov 11, 2012 17:42:15 GMT -5
"Well thank you for the invitation," Vane said. "I'll take you up on that. But fair warning; you know what I do." He wasn't openly vicious like Dahlia Alexander, but he took his time and dug deeply into things. He was willing to wait for the right opportunity for the right story to come along.
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Post by Connor Holt on Nov 11, 2012 17:45:29 GMT -5
"Yeah, well, I don't have any dirt for you to dig up, the Blackwood-Hardts boycott the Prophet, as far as I know," Connor said, shrugging. He really didn't care all that much, a job was a job. "And hey, you might wanna be careful, Mr. Her Kids Will Be Back Tomorrow," he added with a teasing smile.
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Post by Vane Devyne on Nov 11, 2012 19:05:08 GMT -5
Vane grinned. "Can't ruin a reputation like mine," he said. "It's impossible." He'd actually grown into a reputation he'd had all the way back in school. No one who knew anything about him would bat an eye at his exploits. All the awkwardness would be for the woman and her kids, and he was polite enough to make himself scarce rather than cause her problems.
"I've taken over the Interviews column. Dahlia's still got gossip, but I think people will start reading again for a fresh angle. There's only so much adrenaline people can take before they want to breathe, and I'm that breath they've been waiting for."
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Post by Connor Holt on Nov 11, 2012 19:15:56 GMT -5
"God, you sound like a salesman," Connor said, wrinkling his nose slightly as he picked up his drink. He certainly hoped his friend hadn't become and wouldn't become just another sleazy journalist, he would much rather keep the familiar old Vane, even if that Vane was a more distant memory than he liked. After a moment, he glanced up, a glint in his eyes and a curve of his lips showing he was still only teasing.
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Post by Vane Devyne on Nov 11, 2012 19:26:12 GMT -5
"I sound like someone who knows what he wants, and how to get it," Vane corrected. He'd always been willing to put forth that extra effort to get what he wanted. He still hadn't forgotten that blasted Alex Rose and the piles of classwork he'd taken on in hopes of regaining Head Boy. At the very least, she'd taught him to be certain of his rewards before focusing all his energy into something.
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Post by Connor Holt on Nov 11, 2012 19:28:40 GMT -5
Connor chuckled and shook his head. "You should teach how to get what you want 101," he said. Vane had always been confidence, and Connor had been the opposite. Granted, he had gained a little over the past couple of years, especially since he had gotten his job, but he still didn't have the right attitude. "So are you going to stay in journalism?"
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Post by Vane Devyne on Nov 11, 2012 19:39:54 GMT -5
"Yes," Vane said. "I threw my shoulder out one too many times, couldn't get into pro Quidditch." That had been his dream for years. If there was something the four of them had in common, it had been their love of the Sport of Warlocks. Sports and girls had occupied most of his thoughts for years.
"Did you ever try to get into Quidditch?" he asked.
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Post by Connor Holt on Nov 11, 2012 19:43:24 GMT -5
Connor shook his head. "Nah, it was fun but I never would have made it," he said. "There's a student here that's on reserve for some team, he's a Hufflepuff." He went silent as he tried to remember the kid's name, but he wasn't in Muggle Studies. "I don't remember his name, he's got this mohawk thing, though. You could have been awesome, it's a shame, you know." He tipped up his butterbeer in a cheers, as though the drink had enough alcohol in it to count for a legitimate cheers.
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Post by Vane Devyne on Nov 11, 2012 19:59:13 GMT -5
"Damn shame," Vane echoed. He was quiet a moment, then looked across at Connor. "Shover," he said. "Appleby Arrows. Am I right?" Being unable to play Quidditch hadn't completely killed his love of it, and he did read papers besides the ones he wrote for. "Bagman was in an uproar because the Wasps had put in a bid for the kid."
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Post by Connor Holt on Nov 11, 2012 20:04:22 GMT -5
Connor nodded slowly. "I think so, that sounds right," he said. "Half the girls in my classes have pictures of him in the covers of their textbooks." It was ridiculous when the kid wasn't even officially on the first string team yet. But he supposed that simply knowing someone that was kind of on the team was enough to send people reeling.
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